An easy feat. I was counting up the times I've packed everything I've owned and moved in the past year and it's more than 6.
I hate it.
This time, though, was different. I found myself WANTING to throw things away. Things I'd held onto for years. Scraps of paper, trinkets, scribbles, even (gasp) photos and (double-gasp) my paintings from when I was 16. Don't ask, don't even question, I just did it. I didn't even feel a twinge of remorse.
Packing always depresses me. But since I'm aware of it, it doesn't make me a turd to be around. haha. See? That was a sincere chuckle. (okay, I lie. I'm grumpy and no fun)
Alright, so here's the deal. I'm going to be traveling with my aunt up to America and driving around for a month visiting relatives and doing our thing. After that, God knows.
Mexico has been a right old blast. Not so much the place, it's hot and dusty -- I mean there's the neat sights and sounds but, really, it's the PEOPLE man, the people.
You guys are the shiznit;) I love you todos.
I'll post pics of my goodbye party when I get to cable. Screw this dial up. Hasta luego!